Get Rosewater

Currently reading Vonnegut's "God Bless You, Mr Rosewater" and starting to realize that even in my own simplistic effort to love everybody, there is room for more unconditional-ness in my affection. Elliot, the main character truly loves everybody. He is literally filthy rich and the world was handed to him on a silver platter yet he rejected it. Money is nothing to him and not just because he has been there and done it. He doesn't pity his proteges of Rosewater, he just gives them a break because he wholeheartedly believes everyone deserves one.



Here is a character that has all the makings of a rebellious youth. The only thing missing? Intent. He drives his father mad with his (in the father's opinion) nere do well ways without even thinking about it. He upsets the natural order of things in a way that is almost poetic. He is the chairman of a foundation that was supposed to be a mock set up for tax reasons and he helps people. He doesn't make them fill out paperwork or jump through hoops, he just listens, then helps them. Sometimes it's with money, sometimes he just gives them a pat on the head a glass of water and sends them back to bed.



Wouldn't we all love to be bold and openly oust economy and society? Think about it. How does economy run? Some people have a lot (more than any one person should need or consume in one lifetime in some cases), they run things. Some people have a little, we call them middle class (if you're lucky enough to be lower middle class, you get to be the one who pays for everything) these are your intelligent folk who have blue collar/white collar jobs. Then you have those who have just barely more than nothing. They are the lowest, the undesirables in the opinion of the establishment. What if someone in a high position treated them all the same? Chaos! Anarchy! In internet speak WTF! (The kind of shit that pisses off the elite of the world, they call it terrorism sometimes.)



Elliot Rosewater is regarded as mentally ill, and IS mentally ill but I don't think it's a bad thing. I would love to have the naivete it would take to love unconditionally like a child. To be able to care openly for even the most undesirable person or animal. The poor ragga-muffin halfbreed, half-wit bumbling morons of the world that we are predisposed to pity and look down upon rather than cherish as another life. I would love to be motivated to give them the break that no one has ever given them and to do it without mentally chalking a line on the cosmic karma wall for having done so (hell to even evade chalking one of for having thought of doing so). Alas, I am only human, and humanity is full of blood, semen, scabs, and filth none of which can we ignore or deny, so I succumb to my instinct and curl my lip without a second thought.



In short I guess all I'm saying is, we are all born and we all die. The shit that happens in between is really up to you. Forget class, race, religion, fashion and all that other shit. Just decided who you are, and be you. Oh, and try to remember that it takes all kinds to make this ginormous rock go round.